teach me your mood, O patient stars
who climb each night the ancient sky
leaving on space no shade,
no scars
no trace of age,
no fear to die
Ralph Waldo Emerson

I have been a multitude of shapes,
Before I assumed a consistent form.
I have been a sword, narrow, variegated,
I have been a tear in the air,
I have been in the dullest of stars.
I have been a word among letters,
I have been a book in the origin.
Taliesin, sixth century C.E.